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a reality where dogs still love us but they can tell us about it by verbalizing it

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27 days ago

HAH! what a bloody idiot. he said that he lost one of his phones so he can't answer her calls. then he f*ckin' proceeds to pull out two from his bag. do better, dick.

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27 days ago

"I'm a survivor \\ I'm gonna make it \\ I will survive \\ Keep on survivin'"

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27 days ago

tfw u have a permanent 5 o'clock shadow in your armpits

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Hi! I’m Mac!…or Dmitri… or Die… or Slick… or Clover… or Trace…

…Obviously, none of these is my real name, (and by now you might have an inkling of an idea as to which fandom I came from before) so I don’t really mind being called using any of the names aforementioned above or by my character’s name when we talk in OOC. However, don’t mistake me or my character as the same entity. As I’ve said before “IC =/= OOC”

IRL, I am a 21 year old attending college as a 4th year an extendee Bachelor of Arts and Communication Student. I major in Speech Communication and minor in Broadcasting (journalism). Oh and I’m not a native English speaker so I might not catch some references, idioms, or metaphors. I will most likely ask you OOC for clarifications on some things because I sometimes misunderstand definitions despite being supposedly fluent in English.

Anyway, I’d like to think that I’m a fairly carefree person. It means that I’ll let us get away with doing a lot of shit (we’ll probably do a lot of crazy shit tbh), and my friends say that I’m pretty friendly too so I guess we can take their word for it. But, as all humans are bound to be, I do have my limits. With that, I wouldn’t say “tread lightly” with me. But I will say “let’s be decent” at least. Soo... Let’s just see where it goes, yeah?

Okay. Now for credibility.

I have been roleplaying on and off for... 5 or 6-ish years now. I used to roleplay in tumblr(dot)com for a couple of years before stopping for half a year, and then it became an on and off thing that ended up with me missing out on a lot of things IC and IRL. It became a nuisance and a source of frustration for me since I couldn’t keep up with my character’s life and my own life so I had to stop. I just didn’t have enough time to play as my characters (plural) on a regular basis while also balancing my social and college life so I had to stop doing it , kinda. So here I am, trying to get back at the swing of things since I would like to believe that I generally have my shit together now.

If you want to contact me, feel free to tag me in posts or send me a PM for more personal matters. But if you want to contact me regularly I suggest that you ask for my Discord account in private because I’m most often online there than here. Just don’t forget to introduce yourself and where we met though, okay?

So...... There we go. I felt like I’ve wanted to add something but I’m not quite sure what it was so let’s just awkwardly end this introduction here. I hope you have fun. Before you go, have my uwu face:

Aanshi stands 5’10 with a thick and muscular body build. Her hair is usually cut short for convenience and preference. Meanwhile, her body is littered with multiple scars both acquired from battles and self-inflicted. She does not wear any helmets due to to her horns. She instead wears a chainmail coif over it where she has fasteners that secure some chains underneath her horns. Aanshi’s casual wear is usually loose sleeveless tunics and black leggings. She mostly wraps her arms with bandages up to the end of her humerus where arm and shoulders meet.

Personality:Due to her years of wandering and people’s general treatment towards her, she learned to be self-reliant and independent. That made her unlikely to ask for help. But she tries her best to avoids over-estimating her abilities due to past experiences that resulted to a loss of something from her. That also meant that as long as she is tolerated, and given food and shelter, and time to read her slowly increasing book collection, she is fairly content to work and endure the glares of hatred and distrust that she gets surrounded with. However, this does not mean that she simply takes things in stride. The tiefling is also known for her frankness and unwillingness to back down from an argument if she knows that she is on the right. Thankfully she is not one to take things too personally so arguments rarely last for her. If things go awry, she is known to slip away in order to avoid physically being hurt or hurting someone in the process. If physical confrontations cannot be avoided, she usually tries her best to knock out the aggrieved party without killing them. But to paint her a saint is a mistake. Much like any mortal, her seemingly long patience also has its limit. It is rare to see her enraged, rarer still for her target to survive without outside intervention.

Aanshi is a woman with no life to live for and no purpose to fulfil until she joined the inquisition. And as a constant outsider to the world and woes of man, she would not mind to fight and see how this particular story ends even if it meant ending hers.

History:

Aanshi had a relatively quiet childhood. She was born to a human mother and a tiefling father that doted on her. The two used to work in the city: her mother as a seamstress and herbalist, while her father worked as a mercenary for hire. After the two had said their vows, they they settled down deeper into a woodland area where the couple built up their family and protected Aanshi from the cruelty of the world towards their kin.

While she may have been daunting due to her size, Aanshi was a fairly reserved yet energetic child. The tiefling devoted that energy into helping her mother around their house, attempting to do most of the heavy lifting whenever her father needed to leave for jobs. Her free time was mostly spent on combat training based on books that she and her mother buys from nearby towns whenever they leave to sell her woven goods, potions, and tonics. When her father noticed her interest in the combat arts despite her young age, he decided to train her whenever he was home much to the young tiefling’s delight. This was her father’s way of showing her love and affection, as well as giving her a way to protect herself, and control her.

What Aanshi didn’t expect was for her training to pay off far too early to her liking.

By the age of 13, the young tiefling’s mother felt something odd and decided to send Aanshi off to the woods to gather herbs as it was nearing sunset. While the tiefling also felt the errand as odd, she decided to follow her mother’s words and gathered herbs as was told. She came back to their house an hour later, greeted by the sight of six bloodied bodies. Two of them were her parents’ bodies and then there were four other men. She ran towards her parents to check on them and found her mother dead and her father barely holding on to life. It was here that he apologized to his daughter for not doing well enough to protect them before he expired. Aanshi, terrified and confused, ran towards the nearest town for help. But because of her heritage, she was instead cast out by some of the village’s men and had no other choice but to head back to her home. The young tiefling was forced to bury her parents between sobs before going through the four intruder’s bodies and throwing them deeper in the forest for the animals to feed on. When she finished her chores, she allowed herself to collapse on her parent’s room, barely able to feel anything past the overwhelming numbness of loss.

Aanshi spent a good amount of her days isolated in her family’s cottage in the woods where she hunted, trained, and read to keep herself alive and busy. On times where her thoughts and guilt ate her, she sought relief in her father’s relatively large stash of ale and other activities with a knife. Only when her father’s stash ran out did she decide to venture out of her lonesome home. Aanshi took what she deemed important: clothes, food, water, her father’s knife, and her mother’s pouch belt full of herbs, tonics, and potions.

The young tiefling ended up taking jobs whenever or wherever she was accepted. She slowly travelled away from her family home but made sure to make a regular journeys back to tend to her childhood home. However, she found the act all the more difficult as the months passed. She eventually stopped coming home out of convenience and her inability to properly cope with the history etched far too deep in the walls of her old home.

By the age of 15, Aanshi started entering arenas and mock battles in tandem to working odd jobs in order to make a better living. Here she built herself up to be known as “Forlorn Hope” due to her preference towards charging attacks and her aggressive fighting style. One could view her tactics as brash and bordering suicidal. However, her impressive win record and those who view her battles view it as the opposite as she was looked cool and calculative despite the chaos that would inevitably surround her.

After one of her routine battles, a woman wearing a light blue cloak with a white sun for an insignia approached her and offered her the option of working for an army. Aanshi found the offer interesting. In addition to interest, the thought of having another stable roof over her head and a bed to call her own enticed her into eventually taking the offer and thus started her story as a soldier under the Inquisition. Her ferocity in battle and her seemingly unnatural ability to survive nearly any situation thrown helped her become a candidate for inquisitorial training.

Equipment:Khopesh: A khopesh that’s longer than its average length. It is 43” long and is used as her main weapon.

Targe Shield with Spiked Boss: A 23” diameter shield with a spiked boss in the middle. The edges are sharpened in order to be used as a secondary blade. It is fitted with a sling and two straps to keep the shield firmly strapped to the arm in order for it to be used as a defensive and offensive weapon if necessary.

Tomahawks: Three (3) iron tomahawks that can be thrown if necessary. Can also be used as a sidearm.

Darkvision: Aanshi has naturally superior vision in dark and dimly lit areas in comparison to most races up to 60 ft from her. Dim areas would be seen as if it was brightly lit, while dark areas would be seen as dim. However, perception of color suffers as she can only view things in shades of grey the darker an area is.

Thaumatrugy: Due to her demonic heritage, the tiefling has the ability to make her voice boom based on her emotional state. This booming voice can cause what most would consider as a supernatural phenomena signifying the presence of a demon. These include but are not limited to: making fires and light sources flicker, unlocked or slam windows and doors, and creating a sound from a specific point of origin that people consider ominous such as thunder and indiscernible whispers.

Hellish Rebuke:”Every action has an equal and opposite reaction…” With demons manifesting more as a intangible force than physical beings, attempts to harm them do not go unanswered.

Tieflings share this trait to a certain degree. When being hurt by enemies, Aanshi has a chance to momentarily summon hellfires that answer to her demonic blood. The flames will attempt to envelop the attacker for a few seconds, in an attempt to burn their attacker/s or have their flesh or clothing catch fire.

Matija wanted to use the last hour trying to cool her head further and checking her armor. In the corner of her vision, a long heavy-duty container caught her eye. Maybe it’s because of its pink, grey, and black digital camo design. Or maybe it’s because it’s her unused SV-98 sniper rifle. When Koren finally comes back with her guns and other requests, she gives him a pat on the shoulder. "Good job, Kor. Got yerself a gun, too?” The Juz’ meets her eye before he pulls out a gun from his pocket. It was an energy pistol that has the equivalent firepower to a .50 magnum but will less of a kick. ”I got this,” Koren murmured, not really that interested in firearms as much but finding it necessary considering their situation. ”Yeah, that should be good enough. You should try that on the range. Gimme a bit to rest and armor myself up. Then we’ll get ya a bit of practice. I suggest you do the same.”

Matija was bouncing by the heels of her feet as she impatiently waited for their shuttle to come. She felt heavier than usual considering that her sniper rifle, the one that she usually prefers not taking, is on her back. Not to mention that additional magazines for her guns, all six for her pistols and four for her rifle, on her waist; plus the few extra bullets that she took just in case. ”I’m excited to not die,” she says cheerily to no one as she eyes the toes of her shoes both in anxiety and excitement. Koren was on her side, as per usual. He was looking at the partial mapping of the facility that Matija eventually looked over for a bit to have a general idea when her toes stopped being interesting. ”Just remember to turn off safety when you fire,” she says out of the blue, making the Juz’ look up to her before responding with a ”I understand.””Don’t forget what I told you. The trigger ain’t your enemy. Just pull it, don’t squeeze. An’ breathe, Koren. You’ll be fine. I’m there. Just don’t die, okay?” The blue alien nodded in acknowledgment before looking back down at the map and closing it.

Leaving Koren be, the Mecorian eyes Benny on her side who was stretching his neck and shoulders before he flexed his fingers and hands. She watched him fidget about before she piped up to fulfill the need to say something to the man. ”Benny, I already told Koren this. We know the gig's simple. But shit can go wrong,” she pauses as she takes in the gravity of her words. ”We might have a warband on our ass, we might not. Bottomline is, don't die. I'd be disappointed if you do,” she finishes with a small smile hidden behind her helmet’s tinted visor. Her words seemed to have amused Benny based on the snort of a chuckle and his tone of voice. "I dinnae knew I had expectations ta' live up to. I'll try not ta' disappoint,” He jested back with a nod. He then turned back towards Koren, the blue Juz' that seemed to be a close friend of Matija's. "I've been meaning to ask, how'd you an' the kid meet each other? Ya two seem to go way back,” He asked as the shuttle doors opened and some people began climbing in.

"Well...” Matija started as she thought about his question. ”How's about this. I'll tell ya all about it when we get back, yea? Juss so we'll have something to talk about if we can at least get a bit of watered down beer to swill down,” Matija responded as they began walking towards the second shuttle entrance where they all huddled aboard. Based on their current numbers, it seemed that Taleste got excluded from their little pile. This thought made Matija feel grateful and envious due to the implications of special treatment. In order to distract herself, she starts fiddling with her rifle again, adjusting the sight as she deems it fit before she got tired of it and holstered it back to her back. She looks at the blank faces of each person’s suit in the room before glanced at Benny, watching him play the old retro game in his helmet. The Mecorian finds herself grinning at the childish sight and letting out an amused snort before going back to minding her own business.

Soon enough, they were offloaded to the top of the said plateau and Matija started feeling her ears perk up in alert due to the thought of them being in such a relatively high location that could be seen by anyone willing or lucky enough to look. With the crew being directed to circle around the location plateau, Matija found it apt to pull out her rifle and looked over the direction that she was given while she swallowed back the feeling of unbearable excitement bubbling in her stomach. Koren on the other hand simply took a flat rock to sit on before pulling out his own borrowed gun that he held with both hands. Till then, they simply had to wait for the thief to not fuck up.

The silence within the group was broken by Stryker’s frantic voice later on. ”Taleste, come in.... Taleste do you read me? Damn it!” he exclaimed, making the Mecorian and Juz’ glanced towards Stryker as the two tried to make sense of what’s happening. Before they could properly piece things together, the ground shook underneath them, startling the two of them to standing upright. ”Oh wow,” Koren breathed as he watched the ground before them open up what almost seemed to be a staircase to the underworld. ”Taleste was captured, but she got the job done. If she's lucky, she's already dead, we have to honor her sacrifice by pushing forward and getting this job done,” said their Captain. Matija grinned maliciously at the thought of Taleste being captured and tortured. The Siren found it satisfying to think of such due to the mere fact that she felt one-upped so unfairly. ”Besides, they're probably gonna follow that right to us, and we have a better chance of defending ourselves down there in cover than out here in the open,” added Stryker. To which she nodded to as she lowered her weapon and started jogging towards the hole.

"They're already comin' Stryker,” called out Grayson. This resulted in the rest of the crew hustling faster inside even without Stryker’s orders.

By the time they get by the doors, Stryker was already pounding and demanding for a passage in. Whether or not he was heard by its inhabitants was a mystery to them. But at least the door opened, to which everyone felt relief over. While Koren had decided to holster his weapon so he won’t get bogged down by a weapon that he had no current use for, Matija herself found it eerily quiet save for the sounds of their crew’s footfalls and the eventual sliding of the door once they were all in. The Captain ordered the doors to stay locked, to which SAL responded to by punching the literal lights out of the entire room. He possibly turned off the entire floor’s power as well. Sans the few emergency light fixtures on the walls. Matija nodded and let out an approving hum at the act before turning on the low-light vision on her visor; helping her see in the relative darkness by outlining the objects within her line of vision.

"Ok, Grayson, Amy, Benny, you three with me, we'll grab the eggheads. The rest of you stay up here. Sure, we killed the power, but the Skaldurm are nothing if not resilient, they will break through that eventually, so grab whatever you can from the rooms up here, barricade it off, and set up some cover points in case you have to fend them off. There's another way out of here according to the blueprints I got from the Alliance. Soon as we're ready to go, I'll call up to you guys."

"Wait-” Matija muttered as she found herself feeling stupid at the realization. She looked at the group that was meant as a search party and she eyed the yellow trimmed merc that agreed to the notion. ”Let's get moving. The rest of you, don't die. They don't get another win today,” quipped Stryker as their group moved into the depths of the facility.

With nothing else to do other than to watch the rest of their team’s backs, she sighed and faced their eight-man crew. "First thing’s first,” she said as she cleared her voice. “We need to set up a barricade. Who can lift the most? We also need to prop up chairs against the doors so they have to work more to get in.” Harrison turned to the plant lady and asked, ”Harriet, right? Do you think you can set up some kind of spider-web kind of deal so we can detect when they’re going to break in? Or, like, some kind of spike trap or something?” He turned to the others and asked them, ”Does anyone have anything that explodes? We can probably convert it into some kind of landmine or tripwire. We need to set up all possible defenses in case they break through.” As he attempted to organize the group into a coherent unit, Matija became visibly angry with him. ”Um. Yeah no,” the Siren says as she tugs at the guy by the shoulder. ”New guy, you got nice suggestions, but you should hang back.”

”Anyway, what he said. We’re going to have to scour around the place for now, see what we can find. But we’re going to have to find a way to reinforce those doors. If we can pike up some metal bars against that thing, or chairs. That would be great.” Matija looks at the two robots, SAL and Tobi. ”You guys look pretty strong, think you could prop some bars or a couple of those extremely heavy desks against the door?” She tries to silence Harrison whenever he tried to speak by placing a hand on the front of his helmet and shushing him. ”Hush now and help me carry some of the things from the back,” she says as she jogs towards the workstations to drag or carry whatever furniture she can just beyond the choke towards the opening of the clearing. ”Miss Harriet, you’re a scientist, right? Do you think you can cook us up some kind of smoke bomb after you’ve made spikes?” she says as she refers to the leafy woman. ”And you, Koren. Get Unaysah to make a few tracking webs for us on the corridor. We’ll need it so they can’t see us comin’,” the Siren says with a smile on her face. ”Oh and I’ll need someone to get some of the water gallons from the kitchen. We’ll need it for the floor and Tibulus so the brutes’ll have a little surprise when they go in.”

At the mention of water on the floor, Harrison had a guess what the plan was. ”We’re setting up a shock zone, aren’t we? An area where we channel electricity into the water, right? That’s a great idea, why didn’t I think of that?” He ran to the kitchen and tried to find the biggest container he would still be able to lift and came back with a big pot. He set it down and leaned in and to whisper at Matija who was about to tell Tibulus how she needs him to use the electric trap in tandem with a surprise attack of her own when Harrison spoke, ”You may have come up with a good idea, but I’m not finished with you yet.” The Mecorian leaned away and growled at the man in response as she walked away from her. ”As I was saying. Tibulus, we’ll need a really powerful shock on my signal. You’re my only ticket outta that thicket.”

As one the group gathered water and spread it across the floor, the others continued working on the barricades. One to block off the hallway, another to back it up, and one more in case. The defense requires Harrison and Koren crouching in the middle where the tables were propped just low enough to shoot over, Tobi and SAL would be standing behind them since they were the ones with the stronger firepower, while Tibulus, Harriet, and Willow were asked to stayed behind for support. Plus there’s the reason of not knowing what the complete expanse of their abilities may be. Her plan was to stick to the walls where the Skaldurm won’t think to look with her companions shooting at them. When a good amount of them are in their trap, she would shoot as much of them as she could and run back to her team when they realize her position. All while Tibulus gives them the shock of their lifetime in hopes of distracting them long enough for the Mecorian to get to safety.

When their preparations were done, the Siren walked near the only entrance that they’ll have to go through. ”Y’all gotta trust me on this,” she says before shooting Tibulus a glance in hope that the Funganoid would keep his word. With one pistol pulled out and on the ready, she rolled her shoulders and teased the trigger with her finger while they waited...

...And waited...

. . . And waited . . .

Unaysah eventually started chittering and Koren announced “They’re here,” to the everyone in their comm beads. As the Vikings were upon the door, Harrison shouted, ”Think back to your history class in school. Back before the federation and all that, there were 2 massive planetary-scale wars. In the second, the bad guys used a technique called blitzkrieg. Do you know what that means?” As he shouted this, he slowly unfolded his spear, each part sliding into place. He glanced toward Matija who was glancing back at him. She was in the process of activating her boots when Harrison pressed a button. The spear’s blade crackled into life, electricity coursing through it. The Mecorian scoffed as she reoriented herself to walk towards the wall and pressed herself to the side so her back was against the ceiling. When the Vikings broke the door, he screamed at the top of his lungs, “IT MEANS LIGHTNING WAR!” and stabbed the spear into the water. Raw power surged through it and lit up the Vikings like Christmas lights. Just as that was happening, bullets started whizzing past Harrison’s head. The siege had started.

Exasperated, Matija pressed herself closer to the corner before glaring back at the crew. ”FUCKEN’ IDIOT!” she screams at Harrison while she kept to her corner in order to minimize her chances of being hit. ”What?! I thought that was the plan! Was it not?!”

”NO!” she cries out as she shoots one that was brave, or stupid enough to cross the threshold despite the initial shock. ”TIBULUS, NOW!”

After they got the plant creature back on the Medbay, Matija walks back in the range to see the Juz’ politely waiting for her as he gently scooped something out of his bag that she never knew was one. “What’s that?” the Mecorian asked with a relatively cooler head. Koren looked up to her in response as the creature crept up his hand. “It’s Unaysah,” he says calmly, before looking back to the spider stretching to wake itself up. “Oh. She’s perdy. And bigger,” Matija said casually as she walked towards closer towards him to look at the arachnid. “Ya got around the ship, right? Where ’re ya gonna sleep?” she asked him as he stood and Unaysah groggily climbed on to his shoulder. “Anywhere will do. Preferably with you. But my things in the cargo bay.” Matija hummed to it and nodded. “Aight. Let’s get yer things, then. We can talk in private there.” Koren sighed as he led Matija out of the gym so they could take his things and settle down.

After they had stowed his personals in Matija, and in extension, now also Koren’s room, they ended up talking. Matija had a few words with him. Most were stern, some were advice. When Koren had gotten the information that he needed from her, he stripped his armor as Matija waited outside.

“I’m done,” he says softly as he came out with some khaki shorts and a blue-grey shirt. Unaysah followed after him as she scampered happily around the walls and ceiling. “What’re ya two planning to do now?” Matija asked the two as she eyed the happy spider that looked back down at her from the ceiling. “I’m going to walk around the ship, see what I need to do when the time comes,” he responded, to which Matija nodded to. “Aight, then. I’ll be in the gym helping Benny when ya need me.”

The next day, Matija was woke up when Koren came in their room already washed and ready for the sparring that she promised him. “Huh? What?” she said groggily as the smell of synthetic flowers invaded her nostrils as well as the sudden humidity of the room. “Good morning,” Koren greets her as he continued towel drying his hair before giving up when it was no longer dripping and letting it hang loose. Unaysah drops down from the ceiling towards Koren’s shoulder, also soggy but no worse for wear. “You’re up early,” Matija said with a yawn as she starts looking around for clothes to change into. “Or did ya just have trouble sleeping?” she added as she shot a look at them. The Juz’ looked away in response as he pulls out a small towel from his pack to dry Unaysah as well as something to use for later.

The Mecorian eventually got herself ready for their daily sparring and exercise. She told Koren to go to the gym to check if it’s free and to get their water bottles refilled when he passes by the galley. The Juz’ nodded and Matija left to drag the tuckered out explosives expert from his tiny hovel.

“Be~n..?” she says as she gently rapped on his door. When the Scot wouldn’t answer the door despite the incessant knocking, rapping, she starts picking the lock on his door before turning in the lights and sitting by the edge of his bed. “Be~n…” she coos softly while poking his face. “Wake up, Benny boy. We got some practicin’ afoot.”

The Scotsman eventually stirred from their slumber and weakly waved off the interruption of their sleep with a mumbled "Five minutes..." before Matija took more drastic measures to get them up. Though she did ring true to his request for 5 more minutes, timing it to the second, she then starts rocking him, gently at first, cooing his name and telling him to get up before she starts pulling off his pillows and covers from him. “Benjamin! It’s time to get up!”

It did not take long after for them to be roused from their sleep as they were then almost dragged by the Mecorian to the gym, grumbling almost the whole way. By the time they get there, Koren was leaning forward one of their makeshift firing range’s tables and playing with Unaysah with his fingers. When he hears them near, he looks towards them and straightened himself to greet. “Hello,” he says blankly as he looks at Matija who walked towards the open area of the shooting range to place down the rubber matting that she stored to the sides yesterday, before looking at Benny and reaching out his hand for a shake. “I’m Koren. I was here when you were loading in the insugels.” Benny took the Juz’ hand and shook it as he nodded at him. "Right, the blue fella. Call me Benny or Boomer. Either wor- WHAT IN THE DEVIL'S BAHOOKY IS THAT?!" he exclaimed as Unaysah emerged from behind Koren on the table, making the Juz’ quickly look behind him. He lets go of the human’s hand and flattened his hand by the arachnid, to which she happily climbed onto. “She is my altaw'am alruwh,” he says with a matter-of-fact tone as he carried her in front of Benny. “Her name is Unaysah.”

The spider’s mandibles moved as she lets out a chitter. “She says that it’s nice to meet you, Mister Boomer,” says Koren, as if able to understand what the critter’s chittering meant. Unaysah on the other hand looks back at Benny, eyes glimmering at the sight of him.

Benny eyed Unaysah suspiciously but nodded nonetheless. "Err...right. jus'... Dinnae let... Unaysah get close ta' me" he said warily before turning back to Matija. "So, are we still trainin' or are we jus gaunnie sit here speakin' how do ya do's?"

Matija looked back to them, still putting on the 5x5 mat setup. “Well if y’all could just…” She says, gesturing at the rest of the mat with exasperated sarcasm. Koren was quick to help, placing down Unaysah back to the table before jogging in to give Matija a hand, hastening the process before the Mecorian sat down to stretch while the Juz’ placed down the last few pieces. When they were done, Matija opted to start training with Benny, before going with Koren, and then pitting the two men together before they took a break and tried again for three more tries. While Matija was a weaker fighter in comparison to Koren and Benny, she still had the technique and stamina to deal with prolonged fighting. Koren always hits fast and hard, even without the aid of his psionics. But he gradually became weaker and more sluggish as their spars went on due to his weaker body. Lastly, Benny was the least experienced of them but his over-all endurance kept him at near-peak game, earning him wins nearing the ends of their practices. By the end of their little exercise, everyone was eager to rest.

“We should do this more often,” Matija says after taking a huge gulp of water. Koren simply panted and shook his head before raising it up and placing a towel on top of it. "I remember agreein' ta' be a punching bag fer you. But I dinnae remember agreein' ta' be a dummy fer another one" Benny said as he nursed a couple bruises he got from both of his companions. The Mecorian just laughed at him, lying on her back on the mat. “You could’ve said no when I told you to fight ‘im,” she chuckles weakly as she lets herself feel the blows that would definitely show as patches of blues and violets on her body later. "Riiiight... Like that was a real option..." Benny replied sarcastically as he leaned back onto the table from his chair as he groaned out some of the pains from their match. Matija chuckles to his statement before saying “Good boy,” then attempting to stand quickly before momentarily blacking out in the process. As her limbs swayed about unsteadily from standing up to ofast, Benny would notice the awkward movement and get up with a groan as he extends out Skelly to try and stabilize her. "Haud on, Skelly's got got ye" He said as he slipped Skelly behind her so she could put her own arm over his shoulders for support. With Benny helping her from falling flat on the mat, Matija looks at him in confusion and stars in her eyes as she slowly regained her vision. “Shouldn’t have done that,” she says sheepishly as she felt blood rush to her face before while trying to stand again. All the while avoiding Benny’s gaze. “W-we should probably fix the place up and go, now…” the Mecorian suggested as she rubs her face with a towel.

After another fruitful session, the trio eventually went off to clean themselves. By which it meant dragging the sweaty Scotsman towards the bathroom so he would at least seem presentable in front of others when they were called to the war room. There, they talked something about a band of raiders called Skaldum and so on and so forth. But this Taleste chick was apparently better than her for reconnaissance. She scoffs at the thought and shot a glare at the thief before trying to focus back on the mission briefing. Thankfully, they’re not really expected to do much on the surface other than expect a potential FUBAR if the raiders ever found them, or the labs. With nothing else to talk about, she immediately stood up and left the room so she could simmer down outside the war room. This earned the surprised and confused looks of some of her colleagues in the room but she didn’t really care for it regardless.

As Koren passed by, she grabs him by the arm and the Juz’ stops on the command. “Take ma guns and ammo from the room,” she says. “I’ll do some firin’ practice later. Wait for me in the gym.” The alien nodded to it and left when she lets him go.

After Taleste left, she too would head in the room to confront their supposed leader. “So, ain’t good enough for ya?” she says with venomous sweetness when she saunters in with a toothy smile that showed off the sharpness of her teeth, and rage in her eyes. “Cute lil Taily girl better than me? Tell me, Stryker. What made her better than me?” She gets near him, too near for comfort as she felt herself breathe in the rancid air of the man that had fallen down from her view. A moment was all it took for her smile to falter, urging her to pull it back up as she took an extra moment to stare in his eyes. “Actually, you know what? Whatever, right? Give others a chance,” she says as she takes a step back to give the man his space back. “I hope yer kitten is as good as you think she is, Stryker,” she said in that still sweet voice. “It would be a shame if one poor choice ended up with all of us dyin’.” With that, she left the room with a hollow chuckle on her throat.

Matija headed straight to the gym to use their small firing range inside. Koren handed the Mecorian her earplugs, pistols, magazines, pack of ammunitions, and a marker. She then tells the young Juz’ to head to their room and onto the Armory so they could get a fresh batch of ammunition enough for the apocalypse and get their armors checked before they had to deploy. “Get yourself a gun too and practice with it. You won’t know when you’ll need it.”

When the blue alien left, Matija asked the other range users to stop, she then jogged towards the insugel’s surface and doodled rough outlines of two people and multiple other targets before her marker ran out of ink, making her growl at it in frustration as she tried her best not to throw it on a random direction, or a random someone. When she’s done, she put in the earplugs and announced “FIRING!” to everyone to make sure that she won’t accidentally hit an idiot trying to walk in front of her.

Despite not being able to use a gun for a while, the kick of her pistols on her arms felt wonderful to her. The comforting weapon added with the rage fueling her systems made her focus so well that she ended up hitting her targets with near deadly precision despite the first few shots that she required to get a feel for her guns again. The rest of her time was spent with her slowly filling their insugel on multiple places with enough lead to make a small statue out of. When she was somewhat satisfied, she placed the hot firearms down onto the table so it could cool and be taken in to Grayson later for additional check-ups in order to assure minimal issues when they land planetside.

Hi! I’m Mac!
…or Dmitri… or Die… or Slick… or Clover… or Trace…
…Obviously, none of these is my real name, [s](and by now you might have an inkling of an idea as to which fandom I came from before)[/s] so I don’t really mind being called using any of the names aforementioned above or by my character’s name when we talk in OOC. However, don’t mistake me or my character as the same entity. As I’ve said before [u][b]“IC =/= OOC”[/b][/u]
IRL, I am a 21 year old attending college as [s]a 4th year[/s] an extendee Bachelor of Arts and Communication Student. I major in Speech Communication and minor in Broadcasting (journalism). Oh and I’m not a native English speaker so I might not catch some references, idioms, or metaphors. I will most likely ask you OOC for clarifications on some things because I sometimes misunderstand definitions despite being [s]supposedly[/s] fluent in English.
Anyway, I’d like to think that I’m a fairly carefree person. It means that I’ll let us get away with doing a lot of shit (we’ll probably do a lot of crazy shit tbh), and my friends say that I’m pretty friendly too so I guess we can take their word for it. But, as all humans are bound to be, I do have my limits. With that, I wouldn’t say “tread lightly” with me. But I will say “let’s be decent” at least. Soo... Let’s just see where it goes, yeah?
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Okay. Now for credibility.
I have been roleplaying on and off for... 5 or 6-ish years now. I used to roleplay in tumblr(dot)com for a couple of years before stopping for half a year, and then it became an on and off thing that ended up with me missing out on a lot of things IC and IRL. It became a nuisance and a source of frustration for me since I couldn’t keep up with my character’s life and my own life so I had to stop. I just didn’t have enough time to play as my characters (plural) on a regular basis while also balancing my social and college life so I had to stop doing it , kinda. So here I am, trying to get back at the swing of things since I would like to believe that I generally have my shit together now.
If you want to contact me, feel free to tag me in posts or send me a PM for more personal matters. But if you want to contact me regularly I suggest that you ask for my Discord account in private because I’m most often online there than here. Just don’t forget to introduce yourself and where we met though, okay?
So...... There we go. I felt like I’ve wanted to add something but I’m not quite sure what it was so let’s just awkwardly end this introduction here. I hope you have fun. Before you go, have my uwu face:
／ﾌﾌ ム｀ヽ
/ ノ) ∧__∧ ） ヽ
/ ｜\ \ (✿uwu ) ノ⌒(ゝ.\
/ ﾉ⌒7⌒ヽーく＼ ／
丶＿ ノ ✩ ノ､ ✩ |/
`ヽ `ー-‘_人`ーﾉ
丶￣ _人’彡ﾉ
／｀ヽ _/十\
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\ \ 丶 | /
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<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Hi! I’m Mac!<br>…or Dmitri… or Die… or Slick… or Clover… or Trace…<br><br>…Obviously, none of these is my real name, <span class="bb-s">(and by now you might have an inkling of an idea as to which fandom I came from before)</span> so I don’t really mind being called using any of the names aforementioned above or by my character’s name when we talk in OOC. However, don’t mistake me or my character as the same entity. As I’ve said before <span class="bb-u"><span class="bb-b">“IC =/= OOC”</span></span><br><br>IRL, I am a 21 year old attending college as <span class="bb-s">a 4th year</span> an extendee Bachelor of Arts and Communication Student. I major in Speech Communication and minor in Broadcasting (journalism). Oh and I’m not a native English speaker so I might not catch some references, idioms, or metaphors. I will most likely ask you OOC for clarifications on some things because I sometimes misunderstand definitions despite being <span class="bb-s">supposedly</span> fluent in English.<br><br>Anyway, I’d like to think that I’m a fairly carefree person. It means that I’ll let us get away with doing a lot of shit (we’ll probably do a lot of crazy shit tbh), and my friends say that I’m pretty friendly too so I guess we can take their word for it. But, as all humans are bound to be, I do have my limits. With that, I wouldn’t say “tread lightly” with me. But I will say “let’s be decent” at least. Soo... Let’s just see where it goes, yeah?<br><br><hr class="bb-hr"><br>Okay. Now for credibility.<br><br>I have been roleplaying on and off for... 5 or 6-ish years now. I used to roleplay in tumblr(dot)com for a couple of years before stopping for half a year, and then it became an on and off thing that ended up with me missing out on a lot of things IC and IRL. It became a nuisance and a source of frustration for me since I couldn’t keep up with my character’s life and my own life so I had to stop. I just didn’t have enough time to play as my characters (plural) on a regular basis while also balancing my social and college life so I had to stop doing it , kinda. So here I am, trying to get back at the swing of things since I would like to believe that I generally have my shit together now.<br><br>If you want to contact me, feel free to tag me in posts or send me a PM for more personal matters. But if you want to contact me regularly I suggest that you ask for my Discord account in private because I’m most often online there than here. Just don’t forget to introduce yourself and where we met though, okay?<br><br>So...... There we go. I felt like I’ve wanted to add something but I’m not quite sure what it was so let’s just awkwardly end this introduction here. I hope you have fun. Before you go, have my uwu face:<br><br> ／ﾌﾌ ム｀ヽ<br> / ノ) ∧__∧ ） ヽ<br>/ ｜\ \ (✿uwu ) ノ⌒(ゝ.\<br>/ ﾉ⌒7⌒ヽーく＼ ／<br>丶＿ ノ ✩ ノ､ ✩ |/<br> `ヽ `ー-‘_人`ーﾉ<br> 丶￣ _人’彡ﾉ <br> ／｀ヽ _/十\ <br> / | \/ | <br> | | \ \ / <br> \ \ 丶 | / <br> | | / / /<br> / / | / /<br> /_ / \ / /<br> \__/__/</div>